He Arose

He Arose
Very early in the morning
Before the break of day ,
The morning star shone on the tomb ,
Where our dear Saviour lay .

The earth was clothed with darkness;
The shadows had not fled ,
The city slumbered on that morn –
They thought that He was dead .

It still was dark when He arose
And stepped forth from the grave ,
The victor over sin , and death
With power your soul to save .

So shall it be when He returns
And calls His own to rise ;
While this old world is sleeping still ,
We’ll meet Him in the skies .
Jan Bagwell
God Bless !!